I’ve been hiding away for a few weeks just busy with work and the family. And just when everything gets into a nice groove, fate throws in a monkey wrench.
So yeah, my mom is in the hospital again. Luckily (or unluckily), the doctors were able to diagnose her condition and treat it. Turns out she had a very bad gall bladder that needed to be removed immediately. Just last year at around the same time, she was in the hospital with what they thought was a heart attack. Turns out it was the effects of tumor leaching her life force out.
It’s so painful when you live thousands of miles away from family and when they need you the most, you are helpless to help them. On one hand, being far away, I don’t have to deal with the petty bullshit of stupid family squabbles, I can avoid the family members with whom I don’t get along or don’t like. But The Boy misses out on the sense of community that comes with a large family and the camaraderie of cousins. He will be that cousin that only comes every few years, the DNA stranger, you know, you’re related but you know nothing about this person. Also, you have to parcel out your emergency visits. Should we visit for Grandpa’s cataract surgery or your twice-removed aunt by marriage’s triple bypass?
Anywho, I just have a few too many thoughts running in my head right now, but nonetheless, my mother is going to be alright….